As I write this, there is still nothing. However, I do like butter. I like freedom. I like the freedom to eat butter. Now, I'm sure people like salt. I read somewhere that there is about to be an infringement on one's ability (nay "right") to eat as much salt as they like. I think that is ill-advised. Did I mention that I like butter? I also do not eat margarine. I gave it up, cold turkey, for butter. Do I eat a lot of butter? I don't think so. But, when I desire a creamy, salty spread on my toast in the morning then it shall be butter. If I want an omelet sans olive oil, then I will use butter (it really does give it a richness that deserves more of an audience). Cakes and cookies deserve only le beurre.
I hope there is not a butter battalion that comes for my butter. That would be devilish indeed. Can you imagine it? I feel there will be hipster bureaucrats, prancing about with des stylos, adorned with oddly-shaped shoes, and lamenting their debt coming after my butter. Notepads chock full of accusations about my girth and lavish demands for butter. "Why me?" I will ask. They will stop, cold in their tracks, and exclaim, "butter is better, you damn fool!"
"Let them eat butter!" I say.
As always, be thankful for what you have, buy only what you need, and work diligently for peace. I shall try to do the same. From the other side of midnight, I bid you all a good night.
